What I do @ Work


Working as an economical, slave-driven cubicle rat does get very boring. So sometimes I like to get paid for doing what I love, instead.

Here’s a little poem I wrote in my last hour at work, in an attempt to pass time (an approach to life I don’t like to adopt, live in the moment and all that… but work really does suck):

Dull office lights flicker
As Autumn leaves play outside
No concept of time here makes you bitter
Longing for freedom, but business cannot abide.

Doing nothing.
Trying to pass time.
There’s ‘work’ to be done
But I’d rather flex the rhymes

Enslaved by the economy
Opting in of our own free will
Did we really choose this? Somehow, abominably.
But we continue to obey, our voice boxes remain still.

These rhymes are failing,
As is my patience in here.
Am I still in this job
Through want, need or fear?

I think I know the answer.
But it’s difficult to face.
Economic slaves
The entire human race.

So there you go. I haven’t written a poem since I was a teenager. But I like to get creative in stressful environments. 

Namaste, you beautiful people. And don’t let the system grind you down- we’re all in it together, as One.


Chemtrails, Con-tales & a little Fairytale



First off, I’d just like to mention that I started drafting this post back in July. Now two months later as I revisit it, I just looked up at my living room window and outside I’m greeted with two wispy streaks of chemical crap pasted across the sky.

Ah well. Anyway. When I first stumbled upon the issue of chemtrails, and actually realised what those odd looking ‘clouds’ were, it sent an icy shudder through me. ‘This can’t be real’, I’d think. ‘Our Government can’t possibly be allowed to get away with spraying our skies and letting us be rained upon with toxic entities…’ For all of five seconds.

So the intrigue grew. Daily, I’d gaze up at the clouds with wonder. I began pointing the trails out more. ‘See how they’re different from contrails?’ Suddenly I found myself almost obsessed- waking up and seeing them through the window in the morning. This began to set my days up with negative vibes as soon as I opened ny eyes. Definitely not good.

So I tried to forget about them. Then somehow I found myself finally give in to the movie, Why In The World Are They Spraying?, which until then I’d politely avoided. Like the plague. Until I knew of the film’s existence, I could ignorantly pledge no real knowledge of chemtrails, and that’s how I liked it.

I won’t go into details here. I’ll let you find them, if that knowledge is what you seek. I’ve linked Why In The World Are They Spraying? at the bottom of the page. But to sum up, the facts of chemtrails are far more mind blowing than I could ever imagine. Basically, control the weather, control the world. But I can’t say I’m not surprised, which is perhaps the saddest part.

The movie was actually very good; well researched, informative and fair. And just confirmed for me my fears of what might be behind those feindish deeds in the sky.

But now a couple of months have passed, and I’m sort of forgetting about them. ‘Forget’ is perhaps not the right word; not ignoring… tolerating? More than tolerating…

I think now that some of the questions have been answered (however dark or disturbing), I can rest a little better. I’m at peace with them.

Yes, these are very negative things. But I can match those with equally positive, good things. I can give out so much love and light, even in the face of the darkness, and it will help eliminate even the tiniest fraction of the shadowy intent. And that, I believe, is another beautiful element of our Being, and this wondrous universe we are blessed to be present in.

Peace out lovers
And keep watching the skies! ;)

Why in the World are They Spraying? (Full Length)…: http://youtu.be/90iE4nr4Kfk

Waltzing with Buzz



Breaking Bad is one of my all time favourite TV shows, and one that I love to analytically strip down (no anal puns intended). So many of the episodes (for me) seem to be representing social, cultural and even spiritual values. One episode in particular that always gets me thinking is ‘Fly’ (season 3, episode 10). The never-ending buzzing of that fly, combined with Walt’s intensifying stress and angst, made it such a memorable episode.

To me, the fly represents karma. It is the pinnacle of Walt’s guilt.

Flies buzz around annoying people. Flies eat shit; that kind of karma. If you’re coming back as a fly, you potentially did some terrible things in previous lives. Or pretty shitty to say the least.

Walt was on the edge (as always) wrestling with the possibility that his life was soon to end (or worse, he could get caught – by Hank). His guilt was consuming him, his conscience lost in a haze of almost evil black cloud, barely visible to him any more.

And there is that damn fly that won’t quit; it out smarts him every time. It may only be a fly, but it’s equipped with all it needs to evade Walt’s clutches- superspeed. And so long as Walt keeps missing it, his guilt mounts and consumes him, as he continues down the path of self (and soul)-destruction

But that’s just this hippy’s opinion. I’d love to hear somebody else’s. Here on this barren webspace of a blog!

Peace out, lovers.

The Secret Garden Party- Festination Unknown


Only a few hours into day 1 of the Secret Garden Party Festival and the entire experience had already hit me like a ton of hay. Literally,  people were climbing up 12 feet stacks of hay. The lad that set the trend off sat merrily atop the stack, his pupils huge and shiny, with his legs swinging like a little boy.

At 12.40 am I was in my sleeping bag, cocooned safely away from the mania that was 20,000 psyched hippy ravers. The atmosphere proved overwhelming; so many (ecstatic) people in one place. The weaving, pushing, dodging the crowds. Though I’m extremely fortunate it was a hippy festival I attended, and not some real hardcore raver fest.

I lay there feeling anxious yet intrigued- what will tomorrow bring? Thinking, I’ve already floated through an enchanted forest, peed with a random girl who had her boobs and nipple piercing out, and stared into a life size kaleidoscope inside a wooden shed.

So far, so good.

Day 2 and I became more accustomed to the crowds, having adjusted to a little ‘half-walk-half-side-step’ kind of walk to dodge bodies and get to your destination in good time.

In the meantime though, I became increasingly concerned about the hygiene situation, but I continued to embrace the atmosphere (not inside the portaloo) and tried not to think about it.

DSCF4298Our view from the treehouse :-p

By the third day, I’d more or less forgotten how disgusting I felt and was fully embracing the amazing atmosphere: hippies, hay bales, greenery, water, forestry, delicious food (mostly organic) and lots and lots of bass music!

My friend and I also joined in a group Tai Chi/ meditation and Q & A session, which was rejuvenating to say the least. We literally floated back to the camp site as if on air. After all the bag carrying, walking and partying, it was definitely a welcome addition to the whole experience.

The land was divided into a few sections, mainly either full of spiritual types or raver types. But in the more relaxed part (I’m sure you can guess which), whilst enjoying a delicious chickpea and spinach curry, I actually overheard three people having a REAL spiritual conversation. This had never happened in my life, and for the first time ever I felt I wasn’t as mental as I often feel.

The highlight of the weekend was the paint party- a huge pit of ravers and hippies next to a lake, armed with (non toxic) paint, basically going wild.



It truly was an amazing experience, four days merged into one long, time-less party. A pure taste of freedom, where time didn’t exist as a concept, except for first thing in the morning- getting up early enough to get to the ‘fresh’ portaloo before the morning rush.


August 2014- Another Conscious Shift


I felt another shift this weekend. The ones that I’ve become increasingly conscious of over the past year or so; where I can literally feel a turning point in evolution.

It’s not something many other people around me seem to experience as intensely as I seem to. Like yesterday I could feel so much positive energy buzzing around me and expanding outside my house, across the city and Earth. But my housemate shrugged and said he feels the same. That said, I know myself I felt something.

Even the most miniscule shift is a shift all the same. It sparks a little something inside me when it happens, like a bright ball of hope glowing inside.

It’s also a full moon weekend. Unsure if that is of any significance,  my inner self seems to think it probably is; no coincidences and all that.

But I’m so grateful for these moments. And they also go a long way in my personal growth. Like gaining wisdom. As if I just collected a Soul Upgrade in the video game of my life. I feel more connected to my higher self when it happens, which could only naturally be a good thing.

Namaste my friends, and continue enjoying your beautiful lives 💞

Net Neutrality and the Theft of the Internet


The way my mind recalls, is that I was fortunate enough to be granted access to the glorious Internet as soon as it was sweeping into the realms of the lower classes. 

I was age 12 and given my first real taste of the W-Waves at a schoolfriends’ one Friday evening.  That night my dad picked me up and I told him I’d been on the internet and it was amazing- the next day we went and bought a modem and he manually put it inside our second hand machine (Windows 95).

I think I recall it was a 56kb, decent for the time, when we still dealt with the screechy dial up ring tone. After about a minute you’d be connected to the world wide web (whilst sacrificing the luxury of your telephone land line,  of course). And only after 6pm,  because that’s when it was free, otherwise it was charged by the minute.

So I was fortunate enough to be provided with the beginning of a world of knowledge (and experience) at my finger tips. And I didn’t even have to leave the house- perfect for a shy, inconfident, youth.

But with the lack of confidence also came inquisitiveness and opinionatedness. Now I’m the first to admit a lot of my early online days were spent on game websites and chat rooms. But a lot was also spent creating personal pages and news/stories/videos (attempting) to upload,  and eventually creating my own Web pages (maybe shockingly,  basic HTML is the only other language I know).

And then suddenly in the next couple of years the Web exploded, and I’d gone from the only poor kid with Internet to most of the poor kids I knew having Internet too.


I pause as I write now.. write, type, tap. Whatever the motion is called now.. but my thumbs hover above the touch pad on my phone, with lingering thoughts of grey clouds rolling over the waves of the Web. Pondering on where the whole ‘Net Neutrality’ move is going to take us, tasting history happening before me.

If history happening makes sense, then stay with me. As we consider what access to specific websites based on who is able to pay the most tokens (£money).

Where is this new ruling going to leave the websites unable to fund their own running, or control high volumes of traffic, for example?

I don’t know. The whole thing seems a little whispery at the moment,  like there isn’t an awful lot of information,  but it also feels what is being distributed is going somewhat unnoticed?

Like I say, I’m not sure. All I know is, I feel at the end of the trickling of resources and funds,  the ones going to be left thirsty and lagging are those without the funds. So it’s likely we’ll see a decrease in open information and the free sharing and access to such information.  Which will coincidentally work well for the mega corporations, who’ll be able to afford to force on us even more influxes of shiny merchandise and things us sucker consumers may want to swap our hard earned tokens for. I withold the urge to ponder on the advantages for the Government with regards to this.

I’m of course still staying as positive and optimistic as possible.. so optimistic I’m putting some of my hopes on some revolutionary minded millionaire to fund the running of websites for opinions – come – uprisings.

Once again,  unsure of the full implications that are yet to come of this, but the whole thing is certainly shadowy (shudder).


The Tale of Infinite Consciousness


There was once an infinite beam of light and energy immersed within the stratosphere.  A soul (or ‘sole’, meaning One) is what this beaming light and vibrating energy is modernly known as.

This particular soul decided they wanted to visit other planets in order to expand their consciousness (or promote growth of the soul energy). They visited hundreds of planets and worlds in many different vehicles. But what intrigued the soul the most was planet Earth.

The soul visited Earth many times over hundreds of years, using the human body as a platform to bring more light and positive vibrations to the soul and the planet.

Every time the soul was on Earth and the universe asked what they’d like in life (for example, as a ‘wish’), the human-soul would ask for world peace. They wished upon many opportunities; when throwing a penny in a well; when blowing the drained, ready-to-move on heads of dandelions into the air; when blowing out birthday candles (that was a guaranteed wish every year, for many, many years); when a clock struck 11:11. The soul used human traditions throughout its many lives, and every time there was an opportunity for a ‘wish’, world peace would be the wish.

After a while, this particular ball of energy and light ceased to exist in the milky way and third dimension. Its new origins are subjective. But the energy from it was still felt throughout the entire galaxy in which it once did reside. And the universe knew, that wherever this energy had gone, that place was probably even greater than life itself.

Peace, love and blessings to all.